Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 867 - 869: He Has Already Fallen Completely

In a few days, won’t the maniac ride on top of the Young Master’s head?

This blatant retaliation, how could the Young Master not see it?

Thomas Shannon isn’t dumb, he sees it, but he still enjoys it.

The endless stairs, under the nightfall, are like a golden ribbon that lights up the entire mountain.

Each step Thomas Shannon takes is steady; lying on his broad back, Sophie Sullivan doesn’t feel any bumps.

Sophie rests her head on his shoulder, her voice soft, "Thomas Shannon, are you tired?"

"Not tired."

Carrying one’s own woman, what kind of tiredness is that?

"If you’re tired, you can tell , we can take a break."

"Worried about ?" Thomas Shannon laughed softly and deeply, slightly tilting his head to look at her.

Sophie turns his head back, "Watch the road, don’t drop ."

"Don’t worry, I definitely won’t drop Miss Sophie."

"Call Miss Cecilia." Sophie arrogantly lifts her delicate chin, looking very proud.

Thomas Shannon doesn’t call her that; the na Cecilia sounds connected to Lucifer.

He instinctively rejects that na.

In his heart, he prefers to call her maniac, a maniac that belongs only to him.

"Mr. Shannon, why not call that?"

"Fennie, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Thomas Shannon skillfully changes the topic, but Sophie sees through it, grabbing his ear with one hand, "Don’t change the topic, tell , why not call Miss Cecilia?"

"Would you be happier if I did?"

Thomas Shannon frowns, as if seriously considering this question.

Charlie River and the man in black, protecting and alerting behind them, are stunned by this scene.

They always thought no one dared to pull Young Master Shannon’s ears, except for Mrs. Shannon.

Unexpectedly, the maniac gives them a good show, showing what it ans to be daring!

Who is she?

That’s Young Master Shannon; she dares to pull his ear?

A truly spoiled woman, given ti, she might ride on top of the Young Master’s head!

Charlie River remains calm; he already understands that the once aloof Young Master is gone forever.

He’s completely fallen...

Arriving at the restaurant, the manager personally cos forward to serve.

Sophie, deep down, has the blood of Country A; coming to this ancient-styled restaurant, she falls deeply in love with the exquisite and complex architecture.

In front of the dining table, Thomas Shannon pulls out a chair for her; after she sits down, he takes a seat opposite her.

In this way, Thomas Shannon still has a tiny bit of gentlemanly deanor.

Adding to the fact that he carried her up the mountain, Sophie decides to reward him with a kiss.

Feeling her heated gaze, Thomas Shannon’s sexy thin lips curl into a teasing arc, "Why are you looking at like that?"

Under the light, the man’s handso face appears deeper, exquisite as if crafted by God’s careful hand, too much would be excessive, too little would be dim.

His unparalleled handsoness, coupled with his inherent noble deanor, in his cold sternness, carries an imposing air that captures people’s hearts.

This man has a strong aura, but he also has his gentle monts.

Such as now...

Sophie props her chin with one hand, gazing at him with dreamy eyes, still sighing inwardly, male charm is indeed enticing.

Thomas Shannon repeats his question, "Why are you looking at like that, hmm?"